You'd think that after about two months this revelation would have come much earlier, but sadly no. Damn my immune system. Damn it to hell.

I spent three hours playing solitaire on an office computer today. No, really. My mother was paid extra to work overtime today, so guess who had to amuse herself while on a sugar high and desperately wanting some sort of attention? En exemple, snorting PixieStix like it's cocaine. It's practicalyl an art form. You snort it the wrong way and it ends up down the wrong pipe and burns like a royal trachael bitch.

I figured this out the hard way.

In other unrelated and abstract news, I have a two shows this Thursday. I have come to the realization that I am Primadonna, Hear Me Roar and stupid high school drama productions will hardly be tolerated because of their utter inferiority and I must piss and moan like a impotent jerk to avoid exhibiting the fact that Dammit, I'm Getting Nervous.

Okay. Here's the deal. I usually get paid for acting. I know. Wow. I have really burst your bubble there, thinking I showcase me talent for free. Tscha.

And this whole drama class thing? It requirse me to not only perform for free, but for a grade. FOR A FUCKING GRADE. Not that that's a problem to me. After all, our midterm was watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail and eating chocolate until we exploded, but it pisses me off.

Therefore, I have decided that I must live with my spoiled, pampered, paid self and pretend to piss on anything lower. It will serve as a good cover for the fact that I am getting really nervous about this, and it's making me feel stupid, a feeling I Do Not Like.

I think you would be nervous if you were in a scene in which you had a nose ring and had to lick Oreo creme off of it, or if you had to give a six-minute monologue about a woman shooting her husband for catching her having a affair with a 15-year-old black boy.

No? Hmm. Give me tips.

Yeah, this nervous thing is definitely pissing me off.

I was so nervous I fell out of a window yesterday. Fun.

Actually, it was only a first story window. But it was six feet off the ground. Don't ask what's up with me falling off of things. I honestly don't know. First it's a wall, now it's a window.

And who knows what's next?

Perhaps a roof.

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The counter keeps breaking and pissing me off, so NO MORE COUNTER! Mwahaha!